Dreaded
Her disembodied song Just shows she's trying To drown us out. 'It's not so bad.' Well then why won't you just shut up? I shed some more skin Last night Emerging anew From my chrysalis But who painted my wings? Orange is not my colour. Broomstick girl Nurses a split lip. White unruly hair And blue button eyes: My stomach flutters With Her feelings. All I ever do is imagine In X rated thoughts What I'd like to do Hold. Touch. Kiss. 'I only wanted to warm you up.' Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 01:40 AM PST, Louise Bell 0 • 10
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"Her disembodied song..."